All seems darkened
November's closet.
Screaming, dying
Leaves most down.
Muffled clothes put on.
And night begins the Job
And ends it.
But inside a peculiar
Intimacy and comfort.
Home. Irreplaceable.
Sheltering.
And talk runs sweet.
Children at one's feet.
Noel ahead.
And friends well fed.
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